Hi Grampy,
It's been a while since I've talked to you and I'm so very sorry for that. I want you to know first that I'm doing great and that even though I haven't spoken to you in a while, I still think about you everyday. I was so young when you passed, yet my memories of you are so strong and as I sit here writing this letter I can't help but think of how much I miss you. These last few months in particular have been hard on me, and I'm not sure why.
Daddy found these letters a few years ago. I wrote you so many of them and drew you so many pictures. We sat and cried reading them. The mind of a little kid is amazing; even when I was younger I had an okay understanding of where you were. I even used to send balloons up to heaven and hope that you'd get them.
It hurts me to know you're gone, but I feel your presence every single day. I mostly look forward to your visits in my dreams every now and then. The last dream you came into was last year, I showed you the tattoo on my arm which reads "Love Grampy" in your handwriting, and you cried. I haven't woke up from a dream crying since I was little, but I woke up balling after that. I remember when mom found the letter that you wrote her and daddy after finding out they were going to have a baby, you were so excited. I love that letter so much. Every time I read the letter I cry, mostly because you wrote "I love the three of you" at the end of it.
I wish I was able to see you and introduce you to your great granddaughter, I know you'd just love her; you'd love all of your great grandchildren so much. I can't even imagine how much fun you'd have with all of them. My baby just recently started making a quacking noise, the same noise you taught me when I was a little girl. I hadn't even taught her to make the noise she just did it on her own one day, I looked at her and asked "did your great Grampy come see you?". It makes me happy to know that even though you're gone you're still so much involved in all of our lives, whether we see it or not.
Lastly, I just want to say that cancer stinks. Cancer robbed me of my time with you and its not fair that our time together was cut so short. I'm happy you're no longer in pain, but now I'm in pain because I've lost someone that was so important. Thank you for teaching me to swear as a toddler, thank you for teaching me how to fish (although I'm still not very good at it), thank you for all of the time we spent together while my parents were at the base, thank you for showing yourself through my daughter, and thank you for always being here for me in spirit.
I love you.
Love,
Your Granddaughter
